Rule Me Over [Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark]

Light Me Up (#2)

Bucky shifts in his seat as he watches the awkward scene in front of him. He and the other Avengers are seated at the large conference table. A few moments ago, Pepper had appeared in the doorstep to scold Tony for fucking up last night's interview about the Stark Industries' new vision. Bucky hadn't seen the item but according to Steve it's bad.
It's clear that there's still so much pent up anger between Tony and his ex-wife. They're not listening to each other at all. Just as they hadn't when they were still married.
"-think I didn't try, Pepper? 'Cause I did! I'm very sorry that I failed you, again!"
"If only you would've read the documents I spent hours preparing for you, you wouldn't have made such a fool out of yourself out there!"
"It's not my fault you forgot to put them on my desk though."
"I did put them on your- You know what? Fuck you, Tony. You're such an asshole. I'll leave you and your precious little family to it."

Precious.

Bucky surges forward, gripping the table tightly. His metal fingers digging, denting the surface. Electrifying pleasure shoots down his spine when the word repeats itself in his head. It's consuming him, clawing at his skin to pull him under. He can't resist it. Can't help the small whine escaping his throat when his cock twitches to life. Bucky's head whips up, his eyes frantically trying to search for Tony. His vision is blurred though. Gold and pastel pink patterns blocking him from seeing anything at all. They're so pretty, so hypnotizing, so- Bucky realizes they're not real and he gulps. They're not real. The trigger sent him into a Pavlov reaction of being hypnotized. The sexual arousal, the spiraling lights...

Precious, precious, precious, pre-

"T-Tony?" Bucky feels his cheeks flare up in humiliation and shame when he hears how unsteady his voice sounds. He's scared, yet horny and he really fucking needs Tony here to guide him through it. Bucky is helpless without him.
"Shit, are you alright?"
"Trigger- she said my trigger, I'm..." Bucky can't finish his sentence and he sobs, trembling all over. He doesn't know whether he's too cold or burning up.
"Goddammit-" the man mumbles and ignores the questioning glares of their teammates as he shoves his chair backward to make his way to Bucky. Bucky wishes they wouldn't be here. He doesn't want them to see how vulnerable he is. And more importantly, they can't figure out what Tony's been doing to him. They wouldn't understand it.
"Shhhhhh, I've got you, Buck. I'm right here." Bucky gasps when Tony's warm hand settles on his lower back. "Come, let's get you outta here."
Bucky complies easily at Tony's order. He wants to obey. Couldn't resist even if he tried. He's not in charge of his own body now. All it took was one little word. It's almost pathetic how Pepper out of all people used his trigger and now he's ready the be manhandled and kissed and degraded and praised. Everything- Bucky needs everything.

"Tony?" Pepper's voice comes in and Bucky whimpers, trying to shut her out. "What's happening-"
"Don't," Tony growls in response. "I'll tell you all later. I need to get him out of here." Bucky whimpers at the authoritative tone in the man's voice, which turns ever so sweet as he turns to Bucky again.
"Come, it's okay. You're safe with me," Bucky nods in response mindlessly. He melts into the touch on his back- nearly presses into the man's flat palm. He knows that what he and Tony have is not healthy. Tony has taken advantage of him. Multiple times. Used his trust and innocence for his own pleasure. Bucky will forever feel ashamed for how good that exact thought makes him feel. Because he likes it. Not being in control is extremely exhilarating. He's so used to having people in charge that he feels awfully lost without it. The forced submission is almost comforting in a way.
"Safe..." Bucky mumbles sweetly. "I'm safe with you." Tony is safe. Tony takes care of him. Always.

Bucky's mind is hazy. Slow. The pretty lines are still circling him. Even with his eyes shut he sees them. Can't block them out. They're so fast, pulsating and reverberating along to Bucky's rapid heartbeat. His perception of time is completely skewed. He feels how the man guides him backward, Bucky follows easily.
"Lay down, precious ." Bucky whimpers, feeling and enjoying the strong hands helping him until he's on his back on something soft and silky. It soothes his overworked senses for a moment.
Bucky wonders where they are. There are no restraints, no- Does daddy trust him now? Does he know that Bucky is so easy that he won't resist? It sure is an upgrade from the cold metal chair. He relaxes into the comfortable softness, melting into it. Precious. Precious. It's so much better when Tony says it. There's something in the way the word rolls of his tongue. It's not just a word to them, it's a promise.